Yeung Ching-fuk had laid out every lead he possessed.
The only choice before him now was to cooperate fully with the Police Force.
Most importantly, given his revelations, the Police Force would surely move against the Big Money Man, Wong Hoi-wo.
If you struck a snake without killing it, it would turn around and bite you. How could a Gou Hok Jai like Yeung Ching-fuk, who had spent his life in the underworld, fail to understand such a simple truth?
Once Wong Hoi-wo realized that he, Yeung Ching-fuk, had tipped off the Police Force, how could Wong possibly let him live?
At this point, the Police Force's State Witness procedures and Witness Protection Programme had yet to be fully implemented.
If Wong Hoi-wo wanted revenge, he had no confidence he could withstand it.
Even going to prison would not mean he was out of danger.
People died for money, just as birds died for food!
For a powerful Big Money Man like Wong Hoi-wo, buying off one or two men willing to die for him inside prison would be child's play.
Sometimes a human life mattered more than anything; at other times, it was worth no more than a blade of grass.
At the very least, to a Big Money Man like Wong Hoi-wo, human lives could be measured in monetary terms.
Unless Wong Hoi-wo was brought down completely, Yeung Ching-fuk probably would not sleep soundly for the rest of his life.
Under these circumstances, he would naturally cooperate fully with whatever the police officer before him told him to do.
"Sir Lau Kit-fai, just say the word. All three hundred-odd pounds of Fat Fook are yours to command."
A flash of ruthlessness passed through the depths of Yeung Ching-fuk's eyes as he declared his firm commitment with a fawning